Life

Life The worries are eternal. The pain eminent. Control? We seem to have none of it. An existential abyss. We have as many questions As a suspicious communist. Tomorrow is a nightmare, Yesterday a dream. Today is our only reality. Everything is not always as it seems.

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 3/28/2016 10:59:00 PM

Saleema Bey, awesome to see thie one again. LINDA

Skat A

Date: 8/11/2015 10:51:00 AM

Nice to read this one again... SKAT

Skat A

Date: 6/23/2013 10:12:00 PM

Saleema, your first poem on the soup is excellent for the readers, Stopping by with a nice and sweet Welcome to Poetry Soup. Wishing you the best when it comes to your poems. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here. Starting with me. SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you like. I would like to be your newest poetry soup fan and "FRIEND"....... God Bless........... Hugs* SKAT

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 6/22/2013 12:18:00 PM

life has so many meanings.. I love the the way you view it through your eyes... Luv~ Linda

Allan Koven

Date: 6/21/2013 3:36:00 PM

Sort of puts us all in the same boat. Can your poem really exist? Is the existentialist real or imagined. Keep writing. Would love to see more.

Saleema Bey
Date: 6/21/2013 8:33:00 PM

Thank you for the kind words.. but what do you mean by can my poem really exist?and the existintialist is merely a metaphor for that in life we are blind to what will come next and our questions are what keep us going.. more to come ;)